Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

Chapter 146 Harry's Memories

This is a messy bedroom. Judging from the remaining furnishings in this bedroom, it was once very cozy. But now, the tables and chairs are broken, the walls are bumpy, and even the only baby crib here is in pieces.

As a baby, Harry sat on his broken crib, crying helplessly. He looked weak, pitiful and at a loss. A lightning-shaped scar had already appeared on his left forehead.

A beautiful red-haired woman was lying on the floor not far from where little Harry was, staring at him with her lifeless emerald green eyes, and one hand was stretched out weakly in his direction.

Suddenly, a figure stumbled in. It was the younger Professor Snape. His usually sinister face was now filled with fear and panic. He ignored the little Harry crying helplessly on the ground, and instead looked at the woman lying on the floor.

Professor Snape staggered back two steps, his back leaning against the wall. His legs seemed to have lost all strength, and he sat down weakly on the floor beside the wall.

The expression on Professor Snape's face was now extremely sad. He was just like the crying little Harry, equally at a loss.

Two lines of tears slid down Professor Snape's pale cheeks. He tried to stand up, but after trying several times, he still fell down in the same place in a very embarrassed manner.

Professor Snape crawled towards the woman. When he arrived beside her, he first tried the woman's breath, then put his hand on her carotid artery. After confirming that the woman was completely dead, the slightest hope in his eyes disappeared completely.

Professor Snape first closed the woman's wide eyes, then hugged the woman's cold body in his arms and began to cry bitterly. Tears and snot soon covered his face...

"Harry!" said Aris helplessly, "You need to stop me from seeing this, or get me out, not watch this with me."

In a trance, Aeris and Harry regained consciousness and reappeared in the living room on the second floor of the Black mansion. Harry gasped and fell to the dusty floor.

Edwards helped Harry up and sat him on a sofa. Edwards sat opposite Harry.

Harry's face was now covered in cold sweat. He stammered, "Just now...just now was...my...my memory?"

"That's right!" Looking at Harry who was puzzled, Aeris continued, "Because of the brain's protection mechanism, our brain will selectively seal up our childhood memories or some memories that are too painful. You don't remember these... In fact... It's normal..."

"But... you can... read it?" said Harry.

"My methods are not up to par," said Aerys. "If it were Voldemort, he could easily mobilize a person's most painful memories, and even create or forge real illusions based on them. He would make people believe that those he forged were real, and use this to torture his enemies... Remember Bertha Jorkins?"

"The witch who had all her memories dug out by Voldemort and was brutally murdered?" said Harry.

"That's right!" Aris said solemnly, "Bertha Jorkins accidentally discovered Mr. Crouch's secret. Although Mr. Crouch cast a powerful Oblivion Charm on Ms. Jorkins, it still couldn't stop Voldemort's spying. Voldemort learned from Ms. Jorkins that Barty Crouch Jr. was not imprisoned in Azkaban; he knew about the Triwizard Tournament; he knew about the Quidditch World Cup... Even though Voldemort's methods were sinister and vicious, you can't deny his superb skills. This is what makes Voldemort so terrifying."

Harry fell into a long silence. "Should I be glad that Voldemort has not discovered the subtle connection between us?" Harry said with a wry smile.

"Voldemort must have noticed something," Aris said, "otherwise why do you think Professor Dumbledore is unwilling to see you now? Professor Dumbledore is afraid that Voldemort will confirm it too early... That kind of conjecture, that kind of consequence... is really not what we want to see!"

"Voldemort will torture me through my memories, won't he?" said Harry miserably.

"Worse!" said Aris. "Voldemort can even control you through your memories..."

The two partners fell into silence, sitting quietly facing each other, and no one spoke for a while.

"I'm ready, Aris!" Harry said through gritted teeth, "Come on..."

Harry was about to stand up, but was stopped by Aries: "Just... sit down! We don't have to stand..."

Sitting opposite Harry, Aris stared at Harry's emerald eyes again. Harry looked nervous, and Aris whispered again: "Legitimate..."